The Man’s Decree

Slowly, the dark fog started to condense.

One after another, giant monsters in every shape rushed out from the dark fog, charging toward the old demon as though eager to aid him to escape.

Jared's lips curved into a sneer at the scene. His hand, holding the Demon Flogger, suddenly burst into flame.

The flame consumed the Demon Flogger, lighting it brightly.

At the same time, the runes on the old demon's body also burst into flames.

The demon beast, which morphed from the dark fog, shrieked in pain when they felt the lick of the flames. Their bodies dispersed and returned to the dark blanket of fog.

The old demon continued to struggle, but it was in vain. The Demon Flogger's powers coincidently restricted his technique.

As the Demon Flogger swung, every type of spiritual energy and nascence power in his body flowed out of him as though being drained.

At long last, the old demon's struggle ended as if he had given up.

Seeing the old demon finally stop struggling, Jared let out a breath of relief.

“We succeeded...”

Joy filled Jared.

Delight filled the rest when they witnessed the defeat of the demon, knowing they had survived from the brink of death.

Meanwhile, the Five Slayers' expressions darkened.

They wanted to flee but were too scared to move. Since even the old demon was defeated, they knew they would not have the chance to escape.

The old demon watched the gleeful expression on Jared's face and snorted. “It's still too early for you to celebrate. Even if I'm being restrained now and don't have the power to retaliate, you still can't kill me.”

“I don't believe that. With the Demon Flogger in hand, I'm sure I can kill you.”

Jared swung the Demon Flogger, whipping the old demon.

“Weren't you undefeatable a while ago? Now, do you finally realize my prowess?”

Jared swung the flogger, landing whip after whip on the old demon's body. Power laced his every stroke.

Ferocity marred the old demon's face. Even though he looked in pain, he did not die even after sustaining so much flogging.

Jared's breathing turned ragged from the exertion. The spiritual energy he replenished earlier had been exhausted.

“You can stop now. You won't kill him this way. Let me,” Eamon, the elder of Archaic Body cultivators, said.

Jared released the control of his body to him and merely stood there quietly, unmoving, as though pondering something.

“Since you possess numerous magecrafts, I'll choose one and show you. Remember to watch my every move. It might be of help to you,” the elder reminded Jared.

He stretched his arms over his head with palms facing the sky as if lifting something.

Suddenly, a massive hand appeared in mid air.

Lightning bolts flashed, and thunders rumbled in the middle of the gigantic palm.

“Thunder Palm!”